i don't choose to be single, it's just lack of options. sorry peg


  posted by Lisa @ 12:54 PM

 
work was hectic, damn the copy machine. people, go to staples for all your copying needs. inventory is due this thursday, feel like i'm doing all the work in cosmetics. i deserve another raise, or a puppy.

  posted by Lisa @ 11:19 PM

 
[10/17/2002 3:01:07 PM | Lisa Vaughn]
DREAMING

What does it mean when you dream about the death of a parent? Are they going to die soon, do I want my Dad to die? Well, not particularly. Last night I dreamed that I got a letter telling me that my Dad had died, and Ian was there to comfort me. Ian?! Of all the people in the world, I would never choose his shoulder to grieve upon. Where was my best friend? I needed her. I started to cry and I had no one to turn to. Like when you don't want someone to see you cry, you hold it all inside, and that's what I did. Did not want Ian to see my strength falter.

Peggy will be glad to see that i'm writing in this thing. she has been patient. besides, i only hope that my blogger will be as funny as hers is sometimes. she has a way with words. and stuff. my mom told me that my jimmy eat world ticket stub got washed inside my jeans. oh, and dried, too. crap! it looks like a weathered dollar bill. crap crap crap ...

WHAT IF...

what if i was pregnant? this girl in english today told the class that she's pregnant. she was pretty casual about it. i felt so numb and bad for her. she was just there in front of the class doing her public interview and her friends were beating around the bush about her boyfriend and stuff. nice friends, huh? so it came out, and mr. wood was extra nosey about it. i wanted to cry. i kept thinking to myself, is it more truamatizing to have an abortion or the baby? she's so young. i'd hate to be in her shoes. i wish i were absent today.


  posted by Lisa @ 3:02 PM

 
DREAMING

What does it mean when you dream about the death of a parent? Are they going to die soon, do I want my Dad to die? Well, not particularly. Last night I dreamed that I got a letter telling me that my Dad had died, and Ian was there to comfort me. Ian?! Of all the people in the world, I would never choose his shoulder to grieve upon. Where was my best friend? I needed her. I started to cry and I had no one to turn to. Like when you don't want someone to see you cry, you hold it all inside, and that's what I did. Did not want Ian to see my strength falter.

Peggy will be glad to see that i'm writing in this thing. she has been patient. besides, i only hope that my blogger will be as funny as hers is sometimes. she has a way with words. and stuff. my mom told me that my jimmy eat world ticket stub got washed inside my jeans. oh, and dried, too. crap! it looks like a weathered dollar bill. crap crap crap ...

WHAT IF...

what if i was pregnant? this girl in english today told the class that she's pregnant. she was pretty casual about it. i felt so numb and bad for her. she was just there in front of the class doing her public interview and her friends were beating around the bush about her boyfriend and stuff. nice friends, huh? so it came out, and mr. wood was extra nosey about it. i wanted to cry. i kept thinking to myself, is it more truamatizing to have an abortion or the baby? she's so young. i'd hate to be in her shoes. i wish i were absent today.

  posted by Lisa @ 3:01 PM

 
i've said it before but this time i'm sticking to it... boys are off my "to do list" i want so badly to become an intelligent woman, but stupid boys always get in my way. i hope my friends notice this change in me. it's all for the better, and Gabe..."I never meant to hurt you!"-- Megan SNL

  posted by Lisa @ 3:04 PM

 
"DREAMING ABOUT SCHOOL IS A NIGHTMARE"

that's all i have to say about that. last night here are the people in my dream: steven, or "stupid steven" as a friend likes to call him, and gabe. i don't even know if those guys know one another, but there there were. the part with steven was when i was being confronted with my fear of spiders. this guy poured a huge fish bowl full of baby turatulas all over my arms, and i was screaming, and i could feel their hairy little legs crawling and pricking me. i had goosebumps and i wanted to run away, but i couldn't. the guys was all"don't move" and i was like f u man!

  posted by Lisa @ 12:55 PM

 
the man of my dreams walked through my door today...the door to my spanish class, that is... yep, it was him, the bright yellow flourecent lights bouncing off his pretty hair. i wish that peggy wouldn't have hissed "LISA! LISA! LISA" but i'm pretty sire he didn't notice, so i'm over it. i've been seeing him a lot around school lately. i'd like to think that it's a sign of some kind. i don't know. although i don't consider myself a stalker, i do know where he has his sexy bod most of the school day. sometimes i wish iwas a cooler punk rock chick with whom he fall madly in love for. i'll admit that a spend a very unhealthy portion of my day thinking about him. where is he? who is he with, what is he thinking, is he thinking of me? those are a just a few examples. today i told peg how cool she is. she really is a people magnet, even if she tends to draw some weird people out of the woodwork. peggy, you can keep secrets. i remember the time i told chris o. about the one time peggy thought she was "with child" (who says that?) and it just turned out that she was well, i'll stop. after all, this is the internet.

so where was i? my sister is coming to visit today! i can finally show her the pics from seattle and LENNY!

  posted by Lisa @ 1:18 PM

 
it's been too long...i'm on vacation now in seattle...IT"S ABOUT TIME! i've been working like a maniac. i'll miss the first day of school, but that worries me not. why did i sign up for 0-period p.e.? screw that! i', dropping that bs asap! peggy had lots to say, i think she has given up on me and my blogger. she talks to it like a best friend. i don't want her to get hurt. love isn't supposed to hurt. it only hurts when it's with the wrong person, peg...if you read this...don't rush romance.

  posted by Lisa @ 11:27 PM